I remember

When I was little

I had that sensation that

A piece was missing

I wasn’t complete.

Growing up

Deep down I’ve always known

Something is missing

This can’t be it.

I was meant for something bigger

Something greater.

So I’ve waited.

My entire life I’ve been waiting

For something to change

Something to click.

Because I believe

Great things are coming my way

The journey awaits.

A flower that has yet to bloom

An unfinished creation.

Waiting for the stroke of the brush.

תוצאת תמונה עבור ‪blossom vintage‬‏


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s